To pee or not to pee
That was the question.
Or: Ode to a Foley Catheter.
They pulled Dad's catheter out this morning and discovered after lunch that he hadn't peed. By evening, after he'd tried a few times and they scanned his bladder to see what was in there, he had about 600 cc's in there and only 100 out.
So they thought they'd put the catheter back in. Well, they had to. Really.
They tried twice.
He got up to try to pee in the bathroom and didn't even use his crutches.
They called the urologist.
They tried and finally succeeded in getting the catheter back in, which made the urologist happy because I'm sure he didn't want to come in to put it in himself.
900 cc's out so far. But his knee didn't bother him all afternoon. *eg* It's all a matter of perspective. He's gone from refusing to walk or do his leg exercises with his physical therapist after lunch (they made him get up anyway ;) Go, PT! ) to getting up to the bathroom several times this evening without stopping for his crutches.
So now he'll go home with the foley and he's starting on Flomax, a drug that decreases the size of the prostate. They'll take the catheter out at the urologist's office next week some time. I wonder if he'll get lazy wimp out again and stop getting up and around. Where did I put that cattle prod?
Or: Ode to a Foley Catheter.
They pulled Dad's catheter out this morning and discovered after lunch that he hadn't peed. By evening, after he'd tried a few times and they scanned his bladder to see what was in there, he had about 600 cc's in there and only 100 out.
So they thought they'd put the catheter back in. Well, they had to. Really.
They tried twice.
He got up to try to pee in the bathroom and didn't even use his crutches.
They called the urologist.
They tried and finally succeeded in getting the catheter back in, which made the urologist happy because I'm sure he didn't want to come in to put it in himself.
900 cc's out so far. But his knee didn't bother him all afternoon. *eg* It's all a matter of perspective. He's gone from refusing to walk or do his leg exercises with his physical therapist after lunch (they made him get up anyway ;) Go, PT! ) to getting up to the bathroom several times this evening without stopping for his crutches.
So now he'll go home with the foley and he's starting on Flomax, a drug that decreases the size of the prostate. They'll take the catheter out at the urologist's office next week some time. I wonder if he'll get lazy wimp out again and stop getting up and around. Where did I put that cattle prod?